Would you say the glass
is half empty or half full? Most
days I am happy that there
is anything in my glass! Empty
is not ambiguous; there is no
parsing half or full, it’s nonsense
to those living on empty, if
you could call it empty, because
everyone knows you can’t
possibly be expected to weigh in
when your own coffers are
dry. This is not living, but
surviving, struggling, meting
out drop by drop to make
a little, last longer. Empty
I see their blank stares
as they shuffle by, when
I look in the mirror, on the edge
of hope…Teetering there,
hanging by a thread, I doubt
they have given the half empty
half full idea much thought,
not that they should. You need
to have a glass, to give a damn
when those who do don’t.
~kat
like mercury colliding... 